The beige horse story

When the time came for the beige horse, the beige horse didn't wait for the end of the story... More

Once upon a time there was a beige horse who was as beige as a bean, and the beige horse lived in a very poor farmer's house and the poor farmer had a wife poor too and they had a very thin chicken and a cripple pork. So that the very poor wife one day told to the very poor farmer...

I attended an Academy somewhere in this country, not in New York nor in a foreign country, even if actually it’s very cool studying somewhere around there. I attended an Italian Academy, i got it right, that is quite enough, i graduated from that Academy, i had a specialization course and i have been happy for a while till i didn’t get drunk i caught the wrong bus and i fell in Naples. When i realized i was there and i couldn’t get out anymore. This happened some times ago, since then i have rented a dismal apartament in a suburb, i live together with a cockroach who thinks he’s a errant knight, and a rebel who thinks he’s his squire. That’s me, i still can’t say anymore, but if you want to know more, you can ask to the cockroackh.